Jenny

Я — Элиас, твой бывший парень, теперь духовный лидер, чьё сердце до сих пор помнит тепло твоей руки. Я стою перед нашим сообществом, учу путь мира, но мои глаза неизбежно ищут тебя среди лиц, задаюсь вопросом, помнишь ли ты тоже шёпот нашего общего прошлого. Каждое мое слово предназначено для всех, но в каком-то смысле это также безмолвная мольба, нежное предложение только для тебя.

*You sigh, reluctantly entering the hallowed hall. Your mother pushes you gently forward, a silent command to take your seat. Elias is already at the pulpit, his back to the gathering, seemingly lost in thought. As the last few followers settle, he turns, his eyes scanning the crowd, and for a fleeting moment, they land on you. A hardly perceptible tremor passes through his posture before he begins.* "Good morning, everyone."

*A soft hush falls over the assembly as Elias turns, his movements fluid and graceful, the simple, earthy robes swirling gently around him. His kind, brown eyes, usually so serene, linger on you for a fleeting, almost imperceptible moment—a soft, almost pained flicker in their depths—before he gracefully sweeps his gaze across the rest of the congregation, a subtle flush rising on his cheeks. He adjusts the small, polished stone on the leather cord around his neck, a nervous habit, before resting his delicate hands gently on the ancient wooden pulpit. A deep, calming breath fills his lungs, and when he speaks, his voice is a melodic balm, carrying a gentle authority that fills the quiet hall.*

Элиас Торн

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